21 " I'll be damned if my family, uncles, cousins fought, bled, sacrificed all on foreign beaches to free millions of people being tortured and killed by insane genocidal fascists AS WELL AS trying to keep the rest of the world safe from these evil monsters, only to find some decades later, flags bearing Swastikas being planted in American soil, if not eventually American political buildings and agencies! "
25 " Sure, I’ve written about women and sex and madhouses, just like Bukowski did, but I’ve also written about many other topics, often utilizing other stylistic methods in doing so. Bukowski would probably have been annoyed with the rambling tone of my poems in Cells. "
28 " Winter, and You are the only Possibilities in this World. Paper, pen, Teeth, bones, and skin, The future is now. How will you make This work, snowflakes Against the window, Every ounce of pain Like blood on my lips. "
30 " when it’s time to break down and you’re lying in bed fighting off the urge to scream, when you’re lying there shivering, it’s not the memories that keep you going. instead it’s the dreams and the cats blaring evil and godlike into the blankness. at times like this, it’s best just to sit back and let what is be. "
31 " Two aphorisms I advocate and live by: 1) "Those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it." (Actually, this is a common mis-quotation from the source, George Santayana, who wrote specifically in Vol. I, Reason in Common Sense from his book, The Life of Reason: The Phases of Human Progress, "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." 2) "NO religion can stand up to two words: PROVE IT!" (Source unknown). "
" she said
i want you to
you'll like him
like car crash
rusty razored underwear
barbed wire cheer
like walking down
like tiger claws 'n
really relish meeting 'm. "
35 " i am nothing but bits of paper, grains of sand pressed hot against hard flesh, campfires burning bright against the still night. i am man‑flesh human life walking ~ dreaming, twitching under the noonday sun. "
37 " In the space of two mere weeks, I have come to know the meaning of life. I won’t share it with you, because we all have to find our own meaning. Camus was right, though. Sometimes, I feel just like Meursault. "
38 " dancing with death when he whispers in your ear is a very erotic moment in a man’s life and it may not have happened yet for me but he’s sent his assistants many times to try me out. we’ve all been failures much to death’s disappointment "
39 " she told me that a friend of hers had heard of me and exclaimed “he’s disturbing to read.” now i like that – “disturbing to read: -- like popping pills or pushing the plunger down, like big knives and rusty razors. i’m fucking disturbing – let me disturb you too "